Lan Jingqi looked up at the towering peak adjacent to Profound Heaven Street—Spirit Sword Peak. It too was shrouded beneath a dark red curtain of formation light. The red was nearly imperceptible, so heavy it had almost turned black. Formation patterns slowly flowed across the barrier, weaving into an airtight net. The sight alone was suffocating.
It was not only Spirit Sword Peak. He could sense that everywhere beyond the reach of his eyes was likely in the same condition.
Clearly, the Demonic Cultivators' attack had struck in multiple places. The entire Profound Heaven Sect was under siege. Nowhere was safe anymore.
Lan Jingqi's brows drew tightly together, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the communication jade token at his waist.
The spiritual light on the jade token flickered intermittently. Once he infused it with spiritual power, reports from every direction poured into his ears like snowflakes—some had confirmed the state of battle, some were still being urgently verified, while some consisted of only a few words, yet were enough for him to piece together the grave situation at hand.
"Senior Brother Lan..." A young voice sounded from behind him, carrying hesitation and barely concealed worry.
Lan Jingqi turned around. It was an inner sect disciple whose brows and eyes still held traces of youth. This disciple's cultivation was not weak, but his seniority was still shallow. Standing behind Lan Jingqi now, his face was full of unease.
"Over at Spirit Sword Peak..." His voice trembled slightly. "The martial uncles stationed there... they're all right, aren't they?"
"If a brat like you can stand here asking questions, what could possibly happen to the elders?" Lan Jingqi's tone revealed no emotion, yet somehow put him more at ease.
The young man's lips moved, as though he wanted to ask something else, but in